Hi All! I had an idea for a short cute lemony fic, thinking about post series Elena and Damon as parents and lovers. Please Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries

It was the sound of footsteps that alerted her to his presence. His breath trailed along the back of her neck as she mixed the last of the chocolate into the batter. She could feel him lean in toward her, his chest against her back, his crotch fitting snugly against her shapely ass.

Trapped between him and the edge of the counter, she tried to focus on stirring as his lips caressed the back of her neck, down along her shoulder, brushing hair out of the way and he went.

One hand clutched at her hip, holding her against him firmly. She reached forward and scooped a small amount of the cookie dough with her finger, holding it up for him to lick. His mouth engulfed her finger, licking the batter from her skin. She giggled softly into his ear as he released her hand, whipping her around to face him.

His mouth came down to cover hers, kissing her fervently, her tongue dancing with his, the edge of the counter digging into the small of her back. She could feel him growing against her, the soft groans echoing from his chest as his body crushed hers against the furniture.

He reached up, tugging at the buttons of her shirt, popping them open one after another as his mouth crashed against hers, teeth running along her lips. He released her mouth, tongue trailing along the skin of her neck as he traced a path to her breasts. Taking one, hard nipple in his mouth and suckling.

Her body arched into his, craving the feeling of him, and whimpering in ecstasy. His lips curled into a smile as he moved to the other breast, his hand moving from her waist to the edge of her jeans, plunging under the band to caress her skin.

She ran her hands through his hair, tugging softly in a vein attempt to hold him against her. He pulled back, looking up at her through his eyelashes, a sly smile spreading across his lips. Straightening up, he pulled her open shirt off her shoulders, bra following close behind, so he could caress her breasts freely.

She tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head, running her fingertips along his chest as she leaned up, recapturing his mouth with hers.

They stumbled down the hallway, tripping through the open bedroom door as any remaining clothes were tossed aside. Her hand grabbed for his shaft, gripping softly but firmly as she fell to her knees to pull him into her mouth.

He groaned, running his hands along her face and through her hair. She ran her tongue along the skin of his penis, holding him in her mouth as she licked along the entire length of him. Her hand reached between his legs to cradle his package as she pulled him in and out of her eager mouth.

She felt him pull out and reach down to help get up, his eyes dark with lust. His mouth crashed down on hers, urgent and insistent, his hand running along the skin of her inner thigh. His fingers plunged into the wet depths between her legs, cradling her in his palm as he thrust inside her.

She gasped, electric currents shooting up the nerves in her spine. She leaned against him as he moved, feeling his fingertips rubbing her from the inside. She could feel the moisture building, dripping down her legs as he moved.

Finally, teasingly, he removed his hand, rubbing against her clit as he did. She locked eyes with him before pulling him with her, onto the soft surface of the bed behind her. Falling in a heap of tangled limbs and searching hands, he positioned himself over top of her, the head of his penis pressing against her opening.

She smiled up at him before latching onto his mouth with her own. She gasped as he entered her, his shaft completely filling her.

He thrust hard, over and over, faster and faster, until her skin started tingling from the pleasure coursing inside her. Her breathing mirrored his thrusts, little squeaks coming out every time he hit her center.

She reached between her legs to flick at her clit, orgasm building quickly as he continued to thrust. She cried out as she climaxed, his throbbing penis continuing to thrust into her as she started to come back to her senses.

He pulled out quickly, rolling onto his back and coaxing her on top of him, his hands firmly grasping her butt as he thrust inside her again, ramming into her so quickly she couldn't distinguished between pumps.

She pulled his lips between her own, her gasps and his groans co-mingling in the air between them. He cried out, releasing deep inside her, his eyes squeezing shut against the force of his orgasm.

His movements slowed until he finally stilled inside her, sighing happily and giving her a quick kiss. She giggled, clenching his penis with her walls, eliciting a chuckle from his exhausted lips, before rolling off him onto the bedspread.

They lay gasping in comfortable silence for a short time, before she felt his hand reach for hers. He squeezed three times before releasing her fingertips and pulling her to him on the bed. She rolled over, planting her ass in the space against his crotch and pulling his arm around her. He kissed the side of her face, before a yawn broke the tension.

She tried to pull away, thinking of the bowl of cookie dough she had left sitting on the counter. He moaned in disagreement.

"Leave it. We only have an hour before the kids come back home. Stay with me." He begged. She relented, scooting back into his grasp and letting her eyelids droop.

"I love you, Damon." She whispered. She could feel a smile grow against the skin of her shoulder before he pulled his face away.

"I love you too, Elena." He replied, snuggling closer.

She fell asleep smiling, in the arms of the man she loved.